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Velandrios sat tied to a hard chair by unbreakable metal rope. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. Something was wrong. His cybernetic implants had failed. Vel's hands were handcuffed together in front of him, but there was no pain. The dingy room was small, with a bed shoved up against the wall, a desk with an ancient computer, and a cabinet. He couldn't see anything else.

All he remembered was a failure in his GPS program as he entered a tunnel. Then he was jumped by oddly dressed humans. They'd hit him with something electronic and everything had gone black.

One florescent light flickered overhead as the door opened, and a scantily clad woman entered.

"How are you?" the blonde female with springy curls asked. The odd green curl in the front made him squint.

He'd tried to break free and failed. Then he'd noticed the silence. Even if an implant failed, the artificial buzz was always there. His brain searched for the hum of the Corporate implants he'd hated so much. When no pain shot through him at that treasonous thought, he knew something was different. He almost felt free despite the restraints.

It could be a test -- a virtual simulation or an implant-triggered hallucination to test him. Rumors of the Underground were always there among the public. The Corporation knew it was real but tried hard to ignore it. No evidence of people living in the abandoned sewer system had ever been found. The group couldn't be that big.

Vel tried to orient himself. The walls were metal with some stone, nothing like the advanced technology the Corporation used to build things. Every building had been rebuilt or reinforced with Corporate technology. They monitored everything!

Old technology was everywhere here, but he saw a few smooth new screens in the walls. These were not homeless rebels hiding out like the Corporation wanted its military arms to believe.

He looked at the woman's face and saw a small metal piece at one temple. He wasn't going to get his hopes up or believe in anything yet. "They'll come for me."

"No, they won't." A man stepped out from behind Vel. Dressed in black except for a bright purple belt, the man stood about six feet tall and was leanly muscled. No physical competition if Vel could get free. If this was a virtual test, however, this man was perfect temptation for Vel.

The shock of black hair on the rebel's pale skin drew Vel to study him further. The purple streak in the man's hair was odd. The bumps in his shirts signaled piercings. All signs of a rebel. Vel was indeed in the Underground or a great simulation.

Vel tried to control his arousal. "I'm a criminal. They will hunt me down. If they can't bring me back, they will kill me remotely." The Corporation made its citizens fairly comfortable, considering the wars, floods, and disease outside of the walls of the Chicago territory. If you followed the rules, you could live in peace with sufficient food and work. Happy wasn't part of the promise. However, severe punishment for criminals was guaranteed.

"You're as much of a criminal as I am. Less, actually." The free man grinned. "I'm a hacker, and I sexually dominate all the men I can. All you did was want to have sex. A virtual sex program turned you in for a fantasy. You didn't even touch another person." He leaned in over the restrained man.

The blonde picked up the implants taken from Vel's face and left the room. Vel felt lost, alone with a hot man. A hacker. Since his arrest, Vel had played by the rules. He'd tried so hard to fit in and avoid more pain. The urge to let it all go bubbled deep within him.

"Illegal sex. BDSM is unacceptable. You're just asking for them to find you by kidnapping me." He wondered how the blonde had managed to avoid recapture.

"Not down here. In the Underground, you can do whatever you want -- as long as the other person agrees. Aren't you going to thank me?" He grabbed a knife from his belt and cut open the shirt of Vel's uniform around the metal rope until it was shredded.

"Thank you? I don't know what the hell you're doing, but I didn't volunteer." He tried to ignore the large hands sliding over his chest. When the hacker pinched Vel's nipples, he fought the arousal.

Vel wanted to give in and take any chance to get what he craved from a man. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to think of being spanked and fucked hard. Of his cock being slapped as another cock was shoved down his throat.

Those very thoughts, alone with a virtual sex program, had gotten him arrested a few years ago. Not one actual act with another human, and his real life had ended. Now he imagined it with this man in graphic detail. There was no buzz in his head. No pain. No mental correction. Only desire for more pulsed throughout him. The pleasure of sexual freedom flooded his body.